Elena
Ray stands in my doorway. His amber eyes glow in the dark. "Elena," he whispers. "Come with me. I need to show you something."
I sit up on the bed. My heart pounds. "What is it?"
He looks over his shoulder, down the dark hallway. Then back at me. "Not here. Someone might hear."
He holds out his hand.
I stare at it. The last time an alpha held out his hand, I ended up on a stage with a whip. But Ray's eyes are different now. They are not cold. They are scared.
I take his hand.
He leads me out of the room. We walk past the middle door. The door with the scratches and the whispers. I do not look at it. I keep my eyes forward.
Ray leads me to the stairs. We go up. Not down. A third floor I did not know existed.
At the top of the stairs, there is a narrow hallway. One door at the
